With a dying breath of my last smoke
My glass is almost empty
Is my life crumbling
Or am I just being paranoid
I close my eyes and wonder
How I ended up on this shore
On this hill that opens to the seas
Where lava flows out of waves
And demons onto feet my cringe
I smile to the demon in front
A monster of smoke that here floats
Is it one or plenty I know not
Where am I, am I lost
The last of the ice plate melts
It dies to save my sip
A few bubbles rise from the depths
Of angels that on it perhaps lived
…I stare deep into my glass
This hollow tube lush with mystery
For it gives me aid to continue
But takes away the path to flow
A sharp beep breaks my flow
Not inside or out it grows
Lingering on the skin of my skull
It claws at my life and more
Is it the demon calling out my name?
Has my time in this realm come to end?
But the smoky dragon is long gone
As ashes it rests in front
Could my glass be howling at me?
The last sip has been out for long
Does it claim its’ host to rush
Down it now I must?
I shake my head in disgust
What have I been reduced to…
Slowly I breathe in these shallow corners
Where darkness only should survive
Head bowed down I gaze up
There is no one in front to stare
Just blank and dark and gloomy
Life has no more shades
The door on the right is afar
The window on the left weld shut
People outside are even more worse
Jealousy hate and disgust in them burst
I reach out to grab on support
In the emptiness nothing lies
My accustomed hand reaches the glass
As a single drop rolls down the outskirts
